Scary Poems for the Soul

The Voices

Shut your eyes, shut your eyes

I promise you I won't let go

Burn the lies, burn the lies

Soon enough you'll be white as snow

Those voices you're hearing 

They just want you dead

Those monsters you're fearing

They're under your bed

The knife that you're holding

Is calling your name 

The voices you're scolding

Are only casting shame

That little figure in the forest

Wants to rip out your soul

Now the voices are chorused

They will chase you as a hole

The darkness is consuming you

The lies are growing

You despise this feeling of blue

But your fangs won't stop showing 

So you fall back in your chair

With the pills in your palm 

Why can't my life ever be fair?

You ask as you feel the calm